Question

请将中文翻译成英文，真的很紧急，虽然悬赏不高，但是拜托了

当我们帮助别人时，别人的心里会感到温暖，而别人帮助我们时，我们的心中也同样会感到安慰。
我曾经就遇到过一次被别人帮助过的事情。
那是一个星期三的晚上，我在医院的病房里发高烧，当时是40°，我的主治医生一直呆在我旁边，虽然我当时意识不清醒，但是还是记得他在我旁边，每5分钟就给我量一次体温，然后，喂我吃药，给我打针，即使这样，但是我的病情更加严重，当时真的快晕过去了，我只是隐约听见40°03 当时好像院长来了，说要急救什么的，然后我就没有知觉了，不过后来听奶奶说，我的主治医生一直说不要，让这么小的孩子，在身上插那么多管子太痛苦了，当时那个院长好像生气了，打了那个医生一巴掌，然后说你那么厉害你来啊，那个医生就默默的走到我旁边坐下，用负责人的语气对院长说，这孩子是我的病人，我的义务就是把他的病治好，不用你来教，然后院长出去找我的家长，跟他们说要给我送到加护病房，给我治疗，后来他们想到了一个两全的办法就是先把我转到加护病房，要是情况更加严重的话就给我做手术，家长把我送到加护病房后，我的主治医生也到了加护病房，握着我的手，坐在我旁边他为了给我退烧什么方法都用上了，我知道，他不是因为和院长赌气才这么拼命的治疗我，他是因为我是他的病人才这么用心的治疗我，到了加护病房，医生还是坐在我旁边坚持给我5分钟测一次体温，可能就是因为他这么用心的照顾，我的病情有了好转，烧也渐渐退下来了，可能就是因为他这种细心的照顾，很快就从加护病房，转到普通病房，因为他细腻的治疗，我才从死亡的边缘，拉回来了，就是因为他这种照顾，顽固的院长也被感化了。
这个医生，对病人的细心，对病人的责任感，都超出了我的想象，他可以为了治疗病人，而和自己的上司吵架，他可以为了病人，违背上司的意思，这件事情过去7年了，可是对我来讲还是记忆犹新，好像昨天才发生的一样，在我出院的时候，医生的那个笑脸，还印在我的脑子里，记忆在我心里。

Answer 1

When we help others, they feel warm. Similarly, we will also be comforted if we are aided by others.
I have ever been aided by others.
It was a late night on Wednesday; I stayed in hospital because I had a terrible fever at the degree of 40. My physician took good care of me all the time. Although I was unconsciousness, I still remembered that he gave me a body temperature every five minutes, then fed me medicines and gave me the shots. Unfortunately, my sickness was getting worse and worse, and I nearly fainted. I faintly heard that dean was coming and he wanted to send me to the emergency room. Later, I was totally unconsciousness. My grandma told me that my physician rejected sending me to the emergency room because I was too little and I would be very painful to be inserted so many pipes. Hearing this, the dean was so angry that he gave my physician a slap in the face and said angrily, “Since you are so excellent, come and deal it!” My physician came and sat next to me silently, said to the dean in a responsible tone,” The kid is my patient, I have the duty to cure his disease, you needn’t tell me how to do.” Then the dean went out and found my family, suggested them sending me to the intensive care unit and gave me the treatment. Later, they came up with a good idea to solve the problem---sent me to the intensive care unit first, and then gave me the treatment if my sickness got worse. My physician went to the intensive care unit as soon as I was sent there. He sat next to me, held my hands and tried every way to bring down my fever. I knew he didn’t want to pique the dean so he tried his best to take good care of me. The most important reason why he cared me so much was that I was his patient. My physician kept giving me a body temperature every five minutes in the intensive care unit. Due to his carful nursing, both my illness and the high fever were better and I was sent to the general ward from the intensive care unit. Finally, I was pulled back from the edge of death and the stubborn dean was moved by the physician’s circumspection.
The physician’s circumspection and responsibility to the patient are out of my imagination. For his patient, the physician can quarrel with his higher-up, even disobey him. This matter happened seven years ago, but I remember it very clearly, as if it happened yesterday. When I left the hospital, the physician’s smiling face was imprinted on my mind forever.